Page 65 of Unfolding Kiara

The scent of my musky arousal tinged in the air made my head dizzy.

I don’t know what was running in my orgasm phased mind as I nodded, allowing him to remove the blanket. A small gasp escaped my lips when he yanked the blanket off of me and cursed softly when his eyes dropped between my thighs. His gaze was nothing but predatory as I wondered if I should close my legs and back away a little.

“You are such a naughty girl, Kiara. Can I touch you?” he asked, licking his lips and gazing at my aching breasts which were pouting in the air through the camisole and to my face.

I breathed, “Yes, please.”

He brushed his thumb on his bottom lip, his eyes never leaving my face. “What do you want, Bella? Soft or rough?”

I swallowed the lump in my throat and answered, “I need both.”

His eyes swirled with hunger as they turned feral at my answer. “Come here,” he said, patting his lap when he sat down.

My lips curled at the side as I whispered, “Yes, Daddy,” and crawled onto his lap.

Ethan glared at me and wrapped his hand around my throat. I smiled at him, my hands cupping his cheek. “You are trouble, Kiara Sharma,” he whispered, his eyes softening as he gently kissed me. “Don’t call me that again,” he warned, pulling me into a toe-curling kiss.

I savored his lips, his mouth when our lips parted and our tongues collided in sweet unison. I tasted the hint of the mint of his toothpaste and feathered his thick hair in my fingers. He bit my lip and peppered kisses down my throat, his hands sliding underneath the thin camisole and cupping my breasts. I squirmed in his lap, rocking my hips back and forth on the tent in his sweatpants.

Ethan removed the satin top and took my hardened nipple in his hot mouth, licking it and biting it slowly, teasingly while his hand pinched my nipple. I gasped at the sweet pleasure and dug my fingers on his shoulders.

As much as I wanted him to have raw sex with me and make me pregnant, I was also enjoying foreplay.

“Do you like being spanked, Bella?” he crooned, his hot whisper tickling my ear.

Blood rushed in my cheeks as I blinked at him, not able to form words and answer his question.

His hold on my waist tightened, “Only one way to find out.”

I bit my lip when he laid me down on his lap, my stomach resting on his thighs, feeling his hardened bulge on my skin. I squirmed when he raised my ass, my toes barely touching the floor.

Holding my breath, I tried to relax when he stroked my ass, massaging and squeezing the skin. “I am going to punish you for touching yourself when I told you not to. Use your safe words when you need to, understood?” he asked, his deep voice rumbling through my body.

I nodded.

Smack

“Oh!” I groaned when his palm smacked my ass, heat rushing on my skin and warming my core.Holy shit.

“Use your tongue, Kiara. Do you understand using your safe words when you need to?” He asked, his voice rough while he stroked my ass.

“Y-yes, Ethan, I understand.”

He hummed and pulled me close, wrapping his other hand in my hair and lightly tugging my head back. I couldn’t hold back my groans and little yelps or shrieks when Ethan’s palm met my ass in alternative strikes.Smack. Smack. Smack. My ass got sore and scorched more with each strike of his palm.

I was heaving for breath when he had to hold my wrists on my lower back with his palm. I moaned louder when he told me he wished he had some rope with him right now. I was curious and aroused to know what else he wanted to do and try with me.

I squeezed my eyes shut when he stopped for a while and made me gasp loudly when the same hand caressed my burning ass, which felt like it was on fire. He rubbed my skin and soothed some pain, “You’re a real screamer, you know that?”

Yes, Ethan, I know that.

Sadly, I could hear myself over the slaps of skin when he spanked me. Maybe that was an exaggeration, but I didn’t know this would hurt like a bitch. Not to mention, I could feel my juices sliding down my inner thigh. I was getting turned on by this, by the pain.

I swallowed the lump in my throat and closed my eyes so that the tears would stop pooling in my eyes. A small whimper escaped my lips when Ethan took me in his lap, wrapping his hands around me and rubbing my back.

He kissed my hair, “You did so well, Bella. How are you feeling?”

“Overwhelmed,” I replied, listening to his heartbeat.

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